Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention

My friends Rosie, Hammond and me Had insomnia and were in the kitchen one Sunday Discussing The Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention We wined and dined and had a good old time, Hammond in his Spandex boxer shorts and me feeding Tid- Bits of Listerine soaked tissue to my crazy, vacuum salesman biting Bichon Friese, "Are we going to go to that gig?" we all asked eath other After all, the convention was held on a UFO. "Ahh, heck, maybe we should go," we deliberated "Otherwise we may be in Dire Straits and infiltrated!" So hence we went- to the Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention Speaker talked about lunar craters and wormholes. Me, I was drifting off to sleep, as Rosie held her hands to her ears as if in pain- Hammond asked,"What is there to gain? Let's go and blow this idiot convention." There was nothing to gain except a fun way to go Riding around in a UFO. A. Green